Chapter 12: Unleash the Killing Rampage, Eradicate Harm for the People!

The black‑faced man leading the Hu gang let out a sudden cold shout, halting Chen Zheng's steps up the mountain.

It also made the many demon‑hunters embroiled in the dispute stop, and they all turned to look at Chen Zheng a short distance away, their expressions startled and doubtful.

"Are you calling me?"

Chen Zheng turned around, his gaze sweeping toward the black‑faced man in the crowd.

"If not you, then who are you?"

The black‑faced man pushed his way out of the crowd, his eyes hostile toward Chen Zheng, brandishing his sword toward the peak ahead, and impatiently said, "You kid think you can slip up the mountain while we're not watching, huh? Don't you know this mountain has already been seized by Hu Laoda, who is up there now?"

Hearing that, Chen Zheng was instantly taken aback.

It turned out they weren't demanding a toll from him.

Rather, Hu Laoda had already claimed the mountain first.

His mind began to race.

The roars that had echoed from the mountain earlier sounded like thunder, and he guessed they must be from a Thunder‑Roar Beast.

That beast is recorded in the Chen family annals, classified as a descendant of an ancient anomalous species, its blood of unusual quality; he would not give up.

But Hu Laoda is a Rou Shen Di Shi Chong warrior, while he is only at Physical Body Seventh peak; most likely he cannot defeat the opponent, and climbing the mountain would yield no benefit.

However…

Dealing with that black‑faced man up front and this group of Hu gang members would not be difficult.

Moreover, these road‑blocking robbers are all bad seeds.

Chen Zheng has a line; he will not slaughter the innocent, but killing these bad seeds will not make his hand soft.

It is wholly a matter of eliminating harm for the people.

Furthermore, these people are all Physical Body Ninth Layer warriors, especially that black‑faced man, who is three points stronger than Chen Yuan, and his blood quality is also not low.

If used to cultivate the Nether King True Body, it might help him reach the Physical Body Eighth Layer.

Then he would have the means to ascend the mountain, eliminate Hu Laoda, and hunt the Thunder‑Roar Beast…

With that thought, Chen Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing two cold, eerie glints, like a hungry wolf eyeing a flock of sheep.

"Kid, can't you understand human speech? I'm telling you to get the hell down!"

The black‑faced man saw Chen Zheng linger without moving, said nothing, showed no fear of himself, and examined him with a predator's gaze, suddenly feeling his own face go dim.

His anger flared; disregarding the toll‑collecting issue with the demon‑hunters, he lifted his great sword and charged at Chen Zheng in a fury.

He had to land a blow on that clueless kid.

"That kid dares to provoke our Hu gang, ignoring Hu Laoda's authority—he's practically courting death!"

"I think he just thinks his life is too long…"

Many Hu gang men also shouted, fierce and ferocious, brandishing swords and following behind the black‑faced man.

Seeing this, many demon‑hunters sighed silently.

Alas!

This youngster truly is a newborn calf unafraid of the tiger; he's about to meet disaster.

"Hold on!"

A frantic shout to halt rang out suddenly.

At the same time, a figure swooped in, blocking in front of Chen Zheng, and with a bow to the sword‑wielding black‑faced man said, "Black Sir, Brother Chen is my friend; could you grant me a favor and let him go?"

"Li Qiu?"

Chen Zheng's hand froze, and as he looked at the silhouette before him, a flash of surprise crossed his eyes.

That person turned out to be Li Qiu, who had recruited him onto the crew on a previous voyage and given him a packet of calming powder.

His sister Li Rong also appeared, jogging from a distance, her delicate pretty face full of tension.

"How much is Li Qiu's favor worth?"

The black‑faced man knew Li Qiu but dismissed him, pressing forward, and at the same time glanced toward Li Rong in the distance, chuckling, "Your sister does have some value; if she stays with me a few days, I might consider selling you a favor, sparing your friend this time."

"That woman indeed has great capital."

"Hehe…"

The Hu gang men also gave a strange laugh, their eyes fixed on Li Rong's trembling nape, as if they wanted to plant their pupils there.

Li Qiu's expression changed wildly, yet he forced a smile and said, "Black Sir, you're joking. My sister is only of willow‑like stature, how could she catch your eye? Moreover, we are people of Xu Guanshi."

"Whether I'm worth looking at isn't up to you!" the black‑faced man sneered, "Trying to use Xu Guanshi to pressure me? Don't think I don't know, Xu Guanshi only once gave you a hint about cultivation."

"Besides, Xu Guanshi has guided countless people; what makes you think you're senior? Believe it or not, even if I kill you, he won't ask a single question." "This…"

Li Qiu instantly panicked.

Li Rong behind him also wore a panicked face.

Because the black‑faced man spoke the truth.

Xu Guanshi has a trait: when he meets a promising or pleasing young person, he casually offers a couple of cultivation tips.

Li Qiu had indeed received guidance from Xu Guanshi.

The reason he cares so much about Chen Zheng is that the last time he met Xu Guanshi, the latter mentioned Chen Zheng in passing, giving him a chance to look after Chen Zheng if possible.

But now, not only can he not look after Chen Zheng, his own brother and sister might both get dragged in.

What should he do?

"Hehe."

Seeing Li Qiu thrown into disarray by his words, the black‑faced man smiled smugly.

He no longer rushed to deal with Chen Zheng, turned and walked toward Li Rong, his eyes filled with lewd light, "Little lady, as long as you please me, I promise not to harm your brother or his Chen brothers…"

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He stepped closer to Li Rong, extending a demonic claw, reaching for her chest.

Li Rong kept retreating, her pretty face turned pale.

"Damn it!"

Li Qiu gritted his teeth, clenched his fist, ready to move.

But in the next instant, his vision blurred.

Not only him, everyone present was the same.

When vision restored, everyone saw a human figure flash as fast as a bolt of lightning, leaving an afterimage, appearing behind the black-faced man, and punching him in the chest.

That was none other than Chen Zheng.

Boom!

The black-faced man's front chest exploded violently, scarlet blood mixed with shattered bone fragments and viscera splattered out, spraying Li Rong's face.

"I... how could this..."

The black-faced man's pupils dilated, he reached out desperately to cover his chest, trying to staunch the gushing blood and viscera, but to no avail.

He also wanted to turn around to see who had punched through his chest.

He simply couldn't.

He lost all strength, thudded face-down to the ground, his body twitched a few times then stopped moving.

He was dead.

The crowd on the scene also froze in shock.

The many men of the Hu Han Gang were as if they'd seen a ghost, nearly popping their eyeballs out.

Li Qiu and Li Rong, her face covered in blood, were also stunned.

They had previously learned clearly through Manager Xu that Chen Zheng possessed only a seventh-layer physical body cultivation.

Whereas the black-faced man was at the peak of the ninth-layer physical body.

The gap in strength between the two was as vast as heaven and earth.

It's no exaggeration to say that even if the black-faced man stood still and let Chen Zheng hit him, he wouldn't suffer much harm.

But now, Chen Zheng killed the black-faced man with a single punch, as lightly as a breeze.

How could this be possible?

No one dared to believe it.

Boom!

Chen Zheng didn't care whether they believed him; he stepped forward over ten zhang, arrived before a sturdy man of the Hu Han Gang, threw a punch, and blasted his heart apart.

"Run!"

The Hu Han Gang members jolted awake, screamed in terror, and scattered in all directions.

Just how ferocious Chen Zheng was— the black-faced men were no match for him one-on-one, let alone this group of ninth-layer martial artists equivalent to Chen Yuan.

Boom boom boom...

"Spare my life, I have elderly parents and young children..."

"It's not my concern, I'm just a menial worker..."

Chen Zheng charged like a tiger into a flock of sheep, each punch striking a chest, shattering hearts, and wails rose everywhere.

Even a man who panicked, lost his footing, and fell into a pit had his heart exploded by a stone Chen Zheng threw, dying before he hit the bottom.

(End of chapter)